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Lok
Dec 13, 2008 13:28:12 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Dec 13, 2008 13:28:12 GMT
Dan paused for a momment after the Admiral finished his speech. He started slowly. "I see... So this Empress is actually the late Admiral's daughter... And a Jedi... Wow, way to know some friends in high places... Anyways, as I told the late Admiral before his untimely demise, the Coalition and its forces are always welcome umong the Black Moon Organization, and we will continue to offer our full support to the new Empress. Also, could you please tell the Empress that I wish for her t contact me, when the late Admiral's funeral has been arranged? I will most certinely be attending."
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Lok
Dec 13, 2008 21:35:57 GMT
Post by Jalua Solast on Dec 13, 2008 21:35:57 GMT
"Thank you Admiral, i will pass the message on once i have received contact from the Empress. I'm sure you will be given an honourary title from the Empress for your actions to our Empire" Nubai said with a slight smile, he knew full well that Admiral Qus'ar had been killed when his Star Destroyer had burned up before his eyes. Now it would only be a matter of time before he was given a promotion and a chance to lead the Coalition Forces. It was something he desperately wanted, but for decent intentions. With a younger age and fresh combat experience, Nubai would prove to be a very capable tactican, often directing battles from afar.
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Lok
Dec 14, 2008 0:25:09 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Dec 14, 2008 0:25:09 GMT
Dan nodded, and cut the connection. "Sir, what do we do now?" asked one of the crew. "We sit, we lick our wounds, and we wait for the next opportunity." said Dan.
OOC: Sorry, not much to say until Jalua makes it off Naboo.
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Lok
Dec 14, 2008 1:33:55 GMT
Post by Jalua Solast on Dec 14, 2008 1:33:55 GMT
OOC: Actually, the funeral shall take place tomorrow if possible and a couple of days later the Coronation shall be held where Jalua is declared Empress. Your welcome to be there for both and then the meeting after to discuss the next course of action for all three of our factions.
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Lok
Dec 14, 2008 21:51:32 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Dec 14, 2008 21:51:32 GMT
OOC: Got it. But who is the 3rd faction?
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Lok
Dec 15, 2008 12:52:27 GMT
Post by Jalua Solast on Dec 15, 2008 12:52:27 GMT
OOC: Imperial Remnant. You won't fight each other while in my territory, including for the funeral and coronation
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Lok
Dec 15, 2008 22:53:03 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Dec 15, 2008 22:53:03 GMT
OOC: K. Will post when you do.
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Lok
Dec 16, 2008 9:15:53 GMT
Post by Jalua Solast on Dec 16, 2008 9:15:53 GMT
After almost a week, the final ships from Naboo had arrived back. Some had damaged hyperdrives to slow down their escape, others had to drop off prisoners in Coalition Territory. There was a number of other reasons why ships were here, but for now, the fleet had re-emerged.
The sad thing was, it was a battle group which went to Naboo, made up of three fleets. Now there was only one fleet's worth of ships at Lok, that was bad. Admiral Nubai decided not to combine the fleets, other Admiral's had finally turned up to command their Task Elements. So the fleets would slowly be rebuilt to their former strength. Surprisingly enough, one of those fleets which came back was lightly damaged and had managed to fend off all boarding parties. These were members of the former Republic Special Forces Support Group. Now protecting the Royal Family, they were an highly trained fleet with Special Forces soldiers at their core. With some of the best training and minds available, the Republic had crafted them into fine warriors, before they deserted of cause. Their ships had been damaged, but to a less of a degree than the other fleets, it proved that the training was worth it. Another success was the R-Wings. The prototypes had been trialled for several months but the first of the Mk. I's had been sent into battle and had come out thriving within the chaos around them. Their speed, armour and weaponry had decimated ranks of hostile targets and enemy pilots didn't know how the new starfighter would react in combat, making them more nervous of directional turns and being pounced on.
But today, Admiral Nubai had just cleared the Royal Fleet to head off to find the Empress and protect her. With the Non-Aggression Pact due to be signed soon, the fleet was slightly expecting Remnant suspicion. Aboard the flagship was the new crown and throne. They had been built under and orders and design of Emperor Iram, but now would serve the Empress. To be presented under the coronation, they would be a clear signal that this Empire was a serious one, and a single defeat had actually proved how resilient this new Empire was.
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Lok
Dec 16, 2008 21:44:18 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Dec 16, 2008 21:44:18 GMT
OOC: Not much I can say until the plans for the funeral
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Lok
Jul 15, 2009 19:06:05 GMT
Post by Jasen Mors on Jul 15, 2009 19:06:05 GMT
The bar was full with people busting and jostling about for a position, trying to order something, anything, to drive away the demons of their ordinary lives, their boring lives. This was the challenge of one Jasen Mors for this evening. His life has always been far from ordinary, but for this one particular night the stress had reached a new level, and he needed something to get him through it.
He downed a glass quickly whilst continuing to be pushed around by passer-bys at the bar. Jasen usually liked sitting at the bar, it meant he always got a drink quicker and received a bit of quiet as it displayed how dedicated to drinking you were. But today he didn't enjoy it at all. Sighing, he looked around, and, somehow, managed to turn his body to face the rest of the room, amidst the occasional shove. Little did they know that this man was a trained killer, whether they liked to believe it or not, the Jedi were nothing but that, trained killers with fancy abilities at their disposal.
On the quiet side, this little quest of his was driving him insane, he needed something different, a new challenge perhaps, to sharpen his focus and recharge his batteries for finding this mysterious figure from his past, who drove him to leave it all behind and become a nobody. Something he wasn't used to.
Looking around, he noticed it was a dingy place, with smoke hanging low and slowly chewing away at everybody's health. The people didn't look much better than the bar, a bunch of lowlives and nobodies filled it out.
Another drink had been placed in front of Jasen, he turned and looked down into it, seeing a reflection, a little cloudy, but he still saw himself. The man looking back up at him was different to the one he used to see in the mirror, he used to be a picture of health, but now it was deteriorating with time and hard living. What had he become?
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Lok
Jul 16, 2009 11:58:46 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Jul 16, 2009 11:58:46 GMT
Admiral Clemence, Admiral of the 1st Main Battle Fleet stepped into the bar and took a deep breath. It was the only place where he could really feel comfortable. He started to make his way up to the bar. As he walked, a few people glanced his way and stared at his Admiral uniform, but few really cared, and even less noticed. A few people even greeted Clemence by name. It was obvious he was a regular there.
He made his way up to the bar, where his usual was waiting for him. He grabbed the drink, sat down heavily, and took a mighty swig from the glass. Feeling the drink burn down his throat, he turned to observe the rest of the room.
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Lok
Jul 18, 2009 0:50:40 GMT
Post by Jasen Mors on Jul 18, 2009 0:50:40 GMT
He saw the uniformed man, clearly an individual of great importance. Jasen could spot the sign of an admiral from miles away, even when it was whispered, but this man was screaming it. Clearly, he was well known throughout the area as numerous people greeted him. Perhaps this could be the opportunity that Jasen had been waiting for. Maybe.
He turned to face the man, still holding his own drink in hand as if it was his precious offspring.
“Local celebrity, huh, Mr. Admiral?” Jasen said, double checking the badges on the jacket, confirming that they are indeed those of a high rank.
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Lok
Jul 18, 2009 18:50:42 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Jul 18, 2009 18:50:42 GMT
Clemence looked at the man, and took another sip of his drink. "Hardly." he said. "I just probably spend way too much time in here to begin with."
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Lok
Jul 21, 2009 11:33:48 GMT
Post by Jasen Mors on Jul 21, 2009 11:33:48 GMT
Jasen nodded his head and turned back to the bar. Looking around, he noticed no changes in the scenery so far, although a man was starting a fight with an alien. He turned back to the bar.
"So what's with the Admiral uniform?" Jasen asked, before taking a sip from his drink.
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Lok
Jul 21, 2009 15:59:17 GMT
Post by Dan Zorko on Jul 21, 2009 15:59:17 GMT
Watching the fight with mild interest, he also watched as a trio of troopers from the Lok Defense Force came bursting in to break it up. As the men were being led away, he replied to the man talking to him. "You know, some days I'm just bored, so I figure, hell, why not dress up like an Admiral and see where it gets me?" He laughed. "No, I'm just kidding. I'm Admiral Clemence of the 1st Main Battle Fleet for Black Moon."
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